Here I am
and there it is,
a bit out of reach.
My future is
at the end of a hallway.
I am at the beginning.
I yell for help
and my voice
echoes back with
no answer.
The hallway is dark.
At the end
there is light.
Things are in the way.
I will trip if I walk.
I will fall if I trip.
I will bleed if I fall.
Time does not heal
the wounds that I bear.
Time makes them worse.
Someone turn the
hourglass over,
then leave it
forever alone.
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